For an instant, Rob froze, then, as Cam pressed closer, he moaned, parting his lips to allow Cam’s tongue access to his mouth, welcoming the press of Cam’s broad chest against his own, even as his mind raced with questions.
Cam wanted this? Wanted him?
The thought was heady and it made Rob bold. He shifted his body underneath Cam’s bulk, straightening himself out and taking hold of Cam’s hips to guide him into closer contact, aching to feel more. They ground their hips together for a while, both groaning into the kiss at the tantalising, not-enough sensation. Rob arched up, pushing harder, frustrated by the stifling layers of their clothes, but the dimensions of the sofa were too tight to do more.
At last, Cam pulled back, chest heaving. He stared down at Rob with wild eyes, his dark gaze even darker now that his pupils were blown wide.
“Fuck,” he said.
Rob gasped out a laugh. “Yeah.”
“Do you want to—” Cam broke off, then swallowed. “That is, I really want to—do something—but I understand if you don’t.”
“I want to,” Rob assured him. “What did you have in mind?”
Cam swallowed. “Can I—would you let me suck you off for a bit?”
Rob groaned. “Yes. God, yes.”
The thought of Cam’s lips around him, those eyes looking up at him as he sucked and licked…
He hadn’t got his head straight before Cam was pulling away, settling himself on the floor, on his knees.
Jesus.
Rob swung his legs ’round, planting his feet on the floor and shoving his hips to the edge of the seat to give Cam easy access. When Cam reached forward to unbutton Rob’s fly, Rob noticed the man’s hands were shaking, though whether from nerves or too much need he wasn’t sure. Possibly both. Cam opened up Rob’s jeans and slid his hand inside to palm Rob’s package through his briefs, cupping and weighing him for a moment. And then Rob was lifting his hips and Cam was easing Rob’s jeans and briefs down, exposing the rude arch of Rob’s cock against his belly and the tightness of his balls.
Rob hissed in a breath at that sudden exposure and Cam tilted his head up, grinning at him before lowering his head, first to paint his tongue up Rob’s length, from balls to head, and then to take the swollen heft right into his mouth, driving his lips all the way down so that Rob’s cock speared him to the back of his throat with swift perfection. Rob moaned, reaching for Cam’s head and twining his fingers into the soft silky strands as Cam began dragging his mouth slowly up again, his sleek tongue swirling, the muscles in his cheeks clasping.
So many perfect sensations: the wet, suckling pull of Cam’s mouth, the visual feast of watching him perform the act, cheeks hollowing, dark eyes gazing at Rob. Even the slight snag of a rear molar against Rob’s swollen member was good, evidence that this was unmistakably real.
Rob watched as Cam shifted his knees wider, reaching down with one hand to unfasten his jeans and draw out his own cock. He pumped it slowly while he gorged on Rob’s length, seeming to relish every messy, noisy second.
Part of Rob wanted to tell Cam to stop—he didn’t want to come too quickly, wanted this to last—but he couldn’t find the words, was too transfixed by the man’s knowing expertise and obvious pleasure in what he was doing. Only a lunatic would cry uncle at this. Instead he tried to distract himself, a little, from the pleasure by watching Cam more carefully, looking for clues about the other man’s desires.
He was, undoubtedly, loving this.
Rob thought about the swiftness with which Cam had suggested this, how readily he’d gone to his knees. He watched as Cam pulled off his cock with a rude slurp and immediately began nuzzling Rob’s balls, eyes closed and cheeks flushed with desire. When he moved back up to take Rob’s cock again, and Rob stroked his cheek, he pushed into the touch and moaned.
Incredible to see him like this. The big, dour man who had avoided Rob so studiously for months was gone and in his place was a man who wanted nothing more than to please, who seemed to crave to please. Perhaps to be praised. Maybe even be controlled, a little.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Rob murmured, trying his theory out. “You like sucking my cock.”
Cam groaned his agreement and renewed the vigour of his sucking, his expression abandoned, mouth wet with spit. Practically begging for more, without words.
“You’re good at it too,” Rob continued, adding a note of affectionate amusement to his next comment. “A good cocksucker.”
Cam moaned helplessly and the hand that touched his own cock moved more quickly as Rob watched him, insanely turned on. He’d never have figured Cam as a man who would let loose his inhibitions so readily, or in this way.
“Stop what you’re doing now, Cam. Look at me.”
Cam obeyed, lifting his head and opening his eyes. He still looked turned on, but now he looked a little anxious too, a little embarrassed. Possibly worried he’d revealed too much.
Rob took Cam’s face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss him, soft and sweet. When they broke apart, Cam looked a little dazed.
“You’re incredible,” Rob murmured. “And I’m loving every second of what you’re doing—if you want to keep doing it till we both come, I’m all for that. But if I’m honest, I’d like tonight to last a little longer. And more than anything, I want to know what you want—and to give you it, whatever that might be.”
Cam stared at Rob for a long time, his restless gaze searching Rob’s face.
“Anything I want?” he whispered at last.
“Yeah.”
Cam’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I want to be fucked. I want you to put me on my knees and make me come like that.” His cheeks were scarlet now. “I want to—let go. Have someone else…” He trailed off and looked away but Rob thought he knew the last part.
“Have someone else take control for a bit?”
“Yeah,” Cam whispered. “That.”
Rob smiled. “Okay. Let’s take this upstairs, then. I’ve got supplies in the bedroom.” Once they were in Rob’s bedroom, Cam let Rob undress him, standing quietly as Rob stripped away grey T-shirt, soft jeans, white briefs. When he was done, Rob allowed himself a few moments to admire Cam’s naked form, sating his curiosity about the secrets of the man’s body before he began stripping off his own clothes.
Cam lay down on Rob’s bed to watch, folding his arms under his head and spreading his legs invitingly. There was an expression of such want and trust on his face that just looking at him made something in Rob’s chest twist unexpectedly.
“Stay just like that,” Rob said, his voice husky. “Don’t move.” He found lube and condoms, and placed them on the bedside table, in easy reach, before joining Cam on the bed, stretching his body out beside him.
“Do you usually bottom?” he asked carefully.
Cam nodded. “It’s been a while, though. Since before I moved here.”
A year, then, near enough.
“We’ll take our time,” Rob promised, “I’ll get you so ready…”
By the time he was finished massaging and sucking and stretching and kissing Cam, Rob’s cock was aching so hard it felt ready to fall off. But Christ, he loved every minute, was blown away by how thoroughly Cam gave himself up to Rob’s directions and desires, by just how ready he became, all glassy-eyed and begging for release.
Rob didn’t put Cam on his knees in the end—he wanted to see the man’s face when he pushed inside him, wanted to see him lose every last vestige of his control as Rob fucked him. And when he told Cam just that, his voice cracking with lust and need, Cam was all eager compliance, pulling his knees back to his chest to open himself fully.
Rob had stretched him and slicked him, inside and out, but he still went slow, watching with awe as Cam’s body took him in, watching as Cam’s expression shifted and changed, the artist in him distantly wishing he could capture on canvas those naked glimpses of need and desire that flashed over Cam’s face.
He ran his hands over Cam’s beautiful body as he fucked him, exploring his long, slender shaft and thumbing his small, taut nipples. He fucked him tenderly, thoroughly, his measured strokes patient and relentless. He wanted to master Cam completely, even as he knew that Cam was mastering him too, his pleasure feeding Rob’s own in a wonderful, gut-wrenching loop.
The end came when Cam gasped, “I’m coming—”
In that moment, Rob let the wave take him, let it sweep his feet out from under him and pull him under. He abandoned all finesse and simply grabbed Cam’s hips, thrusting home again and again while Cam’s cries of completion urged him on, the demanding clench of his body dragging Rob’s orgasm from him just moments after Cam’s own.